[ for a moment there, mary margaret just watches him. watches him fidget, watches him worry. he's obviously uncomfortable, and it takes her a moment or two before it dawns on her why. and when she does know, the thought becoming more and more obvious as time passes, her chest tightens. ]

Bigby. [ she gives him an easy smile, something that's meant to be calming. ] You are allowed to accept kindness when it's given to you. You know that, right?

[ maybe she's being a little blunt, but her gut is telling her to keep going with it, so she does. but he did ask for her opinion, and when mary margaret's eyes scan back over the set-up around her, she nods. ]

I think it's safe, for now. Besides- [ she picks up a roaster, one that is supposed to have a marshmallow attached. when she turns towards bigby, she's grinning a little. ] I can't remember the last time I had a s'more.